The Expendables is a big, happy geek package readymade for chips and beer—and perhaps something harder, if you’re not a fan.
In lieu of a flurry of left hooks and roundhouse kicks, we stay safely in Stallone’s comfort zone of shoot ‘em ups and shit getting blown up.
The predictably heavy metal-scored film’s primary directive is to recreate the mindless mayhem of its joystick-controlled roots.